...for not writing is the lure of the small outdoors. Our yard, which in comparison with the terrain twenty minutes out of town, is miniscule indeed but it does take a relatively huge chunk of attention, particularly as we tend to live in our yard over the summer months. The warm weather days are when we tend to do more entertaining and so I like to spend time sprucing up our outdoor living rooms. Sprucing up is a bit of a misnomer because the rogue trees I find tend to be more amongst the Ponderosa pine, maple and ceder ilk.
A bit of a shocker today as Resident Kid asked if there was any gardening I wanted done. While I really needed some areas weeded or the compost turned, I didn't want to discourage such nascent gardening tendencies and directed Kid Energy to giving a few small shrubby herbs some haircuts. Not a bad choice as the aroma of fresh thyme filled the yard. It was cut short, pardon, when the Mimsical dog hauled some nasty stuff out of the pond and Kid started chasing said dog around the yard trying to get her to drop whatever nasty treasure she'd found. The thyme does look better now.
All in all a lovely morning. How was yours?